“How was the Australian Outback?” Henry asks, clasping hands with him. “Got lost and almost died. Other than that, fantastic.” Merrick’s voice is deep, his tone cool. His face barely cracks a smile as he peers at me. “So you’re the one.” It’s not a question. Something peculiar lingers in his crystal blue eyes. I can’t explain the look, but I wouldn’t call it warm or friendly. I can see what Henry meant when he said Merrick is hard to read.
